A clear blue sky
Lacks definition.
Without a dark night,
For a bright day
There is no appreciation.
Without its spots
Moon won’t be as beautiful,
Road lacking few road bumps,
Journey is uneventful.
A blemish free life
There is no story to tell,
Without the past of Jean Valjean
Les Misérables won’t ring a bell.
Calm sea hides
Deep secrets in its bosom,
Vibrant nature in a moment
Wrecks havoc and destruction.
A world at peace,
Will it be boring?
Thought of violence
To appreciate peace,
It is depressing.
Even without appreciation
Rose will still bloom,
Even if no one looks
Beauty is not doomed.
A bipolar world
May be the norm,
Not an aberration.
Life is a saga
Full of contradictions.

Weapons of mass destructionEver lost in the desert sandsAll we have left are the lives lostPeople who will never come homeOnly those benefited who spread the lieNever thought of the damages they didSoul searching not their creed

Weapons of every kind has blood in themEveryone is aware of thatAnyone who says weapons do not killPeople kills, knows that without weaponsOrder of magnitude of killingNever will be the sameSanity and peace may result without them

Weapons line the pockets of unscrupulous fewEager to make profits with blood of othersAll is fair in love and war they sayPreaching the mantra of profitOminous cult of mercenariesNations that preach peace armed to the teethSilently eyeing where to start next conflagration

Weapons of love, Cupid’s arrows piercingEnemy hearts to meltAlways wonder what it would be likePeace and love in the worldObsession with weapons forgottenNary a killing, no more warsSomber thoughts, impractical

Those who defends the freedom of possessing guns are fond of reminding people that guns don’t kill people, people do. Really? From mythological time to present, it is weapons that has been killing people. In modern times, weapons are big business. States are major players in selling arms and weapons. Everywhere around the globe we can see the devastation and mayhems that’s been created by weapons. Stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction can wipe civilization as we know of few times over. Just imagine if all the resources that are being spent on weapons would have been utilized on development programs, this world of ours would have been a paradise. But because of proliferation of weapons, all around the globe we have warlike situations prevailing.

All throughout recorded history, wars fought in the name of religion resulted in deaths to millions. Followers of religions that preach peace and love did not and do not hesitate to kill non believers in the name of religion. If there would have been no weapons, we would not have seen such devastation. All God’s creation have been given inherent weapons to defend and feed themselves but no weapons to kill unnecessarily. We humans call ourselves to be God’s best creation. God has not given us weapons to kill others. Alas, we are given a brain that we misused to invent weapons to kill and dominate others. If we really would have utilized our brains properly, we would have invented weapons to spread love and peace, not death and destruction.

It may be a wishful thinking, but we can always hope. Maybe one day we will see the light and will find mythological arrows of Cupid to spread universal love. With that hope in mind, on week forty six of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I start my poem with the word “Weapons”.

Wide is the expanse of the universeInsignificant we are, a mere dotDo not even register in the big schemeEndless journey, destination unknown

Wide open is this world of oursInviting all of us to shareDelightful offerings of natureEnjoyment to everyone that cares

Wide rivers rushing down to mergeInto the bosom of wide oceansDown will come the water as rainEnriching the earth to be fertile again

Wide vistas encompass us everywhereIn our hearts why then have narrow feelingsDestruction of this only home of oursEndangering the world, why to bear this curse

*************************************Wide in everything is of course not goodIn too wide a midriff we will face griefDiabetes may lurk in the shadowsEnding our lifestyle as we know it
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Wildfire spreading with lightning speedInstantly destroying everything on its pathLeaping ferociously from place to placeDance of destruction, doom writ largeFear in the hearts of the onlookersImages of desperation and death all aroundReducing vibrant, verdant landscapes barren and blackEnding hopes and dreams of many it touched